In a pleasant spring morning all men's sins are forgiven.

The finest manners in the world are awkwardness and fatuity when contrasted with a finer intelligence. They appear but as the fashions of past days,--mere courtliness, knee-buckles and small- clothes, out of date.

I have a great deal of company in my house; especially in the morning, when nobody calls.

I left the woods for as good a reason as I went there. Perhaps it seemed to me that I had several more lives to live, and could not spare any more time for that one.

One is wise to cultivate the tree that bears fruit in our soul.

At least let us have healthy books.

Such is beauty ever,-neither here nor there, now nor then,-neither in Rome nor in Athens, but wherever there is a soul to admire.